By now Ronan had relaxed somewhat. At the very least, Stacia had stopped poking her nose into his business. At best, she wasn't going to try and kill him. Wait, at best she wasn't going to try and kill him for the reason he first thought. There was still plenty of room in between, including Moderators using werewolves but that seemed unlikely.

"Depends on how in control you are." He accepted that monsters and personal space rarely went hand in hand. Still... "But you've got a point. Later, then. So long as you don't rip my face off."

No one had ever accused Ronan of being smart or having such a skill as basic as "self-preservation." He wanted to see a werewolf and he didn't want to be tricked by a girl. This seemed like a win/win to him.